there's a bullet in my pocket

*Tyrian* · 12-19-2021, 06:18 PM

Tyrian casually reached up to scratch the base of one of his 'horns' while Laith spoke and oop oh dear, did some loose bits of crystal possibly rain down on his victim? Whoopsie. It would be quite the shame if those little flakes landed on him, now wouldn't it?

He leaned back and made a show of considering what the man had said, even going so far as to lift a paw to his chin and stroke at it thoughtfully. "I suppose I could do that, eh? It would be nice not to see your ugly mug again, but, oh, there is the matter of your insult, isn't there?"

Tyrian peeked down at Laith with glittering, mischievous eyes. He would let the man up, sure. Eventually. But first if he got his way some atonement was necessary. Just a little. A smidgen of atonement, if you will. "I suppose, if you apologize nicely, I could be persuaded to let you go." He tipped his head to the side, feigning seriousness. "Of course if you don't, well then, I guess I'll just have to smear this stuff all over you to make us even, won't I?"

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there's a bullet in my pocket

laith

Tyrian